Jim Winter, by the power vested in him (who knew?), has declared today Laura Lippman Day on the occasion of her having made the NYT Bestseller list. I first met Laura in the hospitality room of some Bouchercon (Monterey? There was an excellent hospitality room at that one.) years ago. She was just starting out as a mystery writers, and we talked a little about her past work for the Waco, Texas, newspaper. She probably doesn't even remember the conversation, but I kept up with her after that. She's done moderately well, wouldn't you say? Writes damned good books, for sure.
Another memorable encounter occurred at the Milwaukee Bouchercon when I was on her team in some kind of Family Feud game. The one during which I couldn't name a mystery novel that had been made into a movie. Ah the humiliation (I blame Harry Hertel, not Laura). I certainly hope she's forgotten this event. I've tried. God knows, I've tried. We won, anyway.
So here's to Laura Lippman. Long may she reign on the bestseller lists of our land.